May 11, 2006

Deep Thoughts

Or what passes for them in the mind of a four-year-old. We spend a lot of time in the car, The Boy and I, and I can really only listen to the same four songs off the same Disney CD twice before I need a break. And The Boy is more than happy to entertain me with his observations/questions/ demands.

And now, for your amusement, Backseat Musings:

"Mommy, how do you make a plant? A coat? A car? A cloud?"

"Mommy, what would happen if we had no lips?"

"Mommy, if our teeth were on the outside of our mouths, could we still eat?"

"Mommy! Put your hand higher on the wheel! Like that!"

"Mommy, what does a toot look like?"

"Mommy, don't turn the dial to blue--we'll freeze!"

"Do you know why there are cracks in the floor at BJ's? Because if they weren't there everything would fall apart!"

"Is this a shortcut? Why can't we go that way? Why do we have to drive on the same road all the time?"

"If trees are already grown, they don't need rain to grow, so the rain should stop."

"I wish I could put on rocket shoes and jump around the moon!"

"Mommy, you have too much hair."

"Mommy, I think we're going too fast. We need to make our red lights come on."

"Mommy, you are the boss of me but I am the boss of Keat and Gertie."

"All those other cars are beating us, mommy!"

"Can I be the red power ranger when I grow up?"

Posted by Big Arm Woman at May 11, 2006 10:48 AM

Oh, these are classic. Once when I was little and staying with my grandparents, I used to hound my grandfather with silly questions like this. He told me I was very inquisitive, to which I replied "what's inquisitive?" It took me a few years before I realized why he laughed so hard after I asked that.

Posted by: Emily at May 11, 2006 12:15 PM

I'm thinking of keeping a recorder or pad with me at all times--I forget half the stuff he says afterward, and we have some really fun conversations now.

And then I can torture him later.

My mom's favorite story is about how I, as a 4 year old, walked up to my grandfather and announced that one day I would have breasts and a period. My grandfather's generation didn't really discuss that stuff--mom said he looked like he'd swallowed a dinner plate.

Posted by: BAW at May 11, 2006 12:31 PM

You should get some Laurie Berkner CDs.

P.S. I suspect that trying to write down The Boy's comments during the drive will lead to even more interesting comments.

Posted by: Annoying Old Guy at May 11, 2006 02:46 PM

Be happy that he is so inquisitive. Shows that he is noticing the world around him. Imagine if he weren't. That would be a real bummer.

He sounds like a great little kid.

Posted by: dick at May 11, 2006 07:14 PM

Lips keep your face from unraveling.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at May 11, 2006 07:16 PM

Gad you're funny. You need to post more often. You're an icon.
Not to be too sycophantic or anything, but, seriously. You're a hoot.

Posted by: Kim at May 11, 2006 10:14 PM

Actual car-bound conversation between my son when he was about that age and his mother. (For this to make sense you have to understand that I'm horribly allergic to cats.)

Son: Mom?

Mom: Yes, son?

Son: Is Dad older than you?

Mom: No son, I'm actually a month older than your father.

Son: Mom?

Mom: Yes, son?

Son: Is Dad going to die soon?

Mom: (Thinking WTF!) No son, we hope your father lives a long long time.

Son: Mom?

Mom: Yes, son?

Son: I really want a cat.

Watch your back in my house!

Posted by: Locomotive Breath at May 12, 2006 01:25 PM

Happy Mother's Day! -- do record them. I wish I'd recorded some of the gems.

Posted by: Liz at May 14, 2006 02:26 PM

From the mouths of babes! Your son sounds precious!

When my son was born, he had this enormous head, so I called him "Pumpkinhead". As he got older, and his proportions began to look like normal toddlers, he became simply "Pumpkin."

Then one day, afer I cooed something sweet and adoring to him ending it with "Pumpkin," he turned to me and shouted: "Mom, I am NOT a PUMPKIN! Pumpkins don't have LEGS!"

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 14, 2006 03:23 PM

I have TONS of these that I compile in a file on my computer to remind my children one day of their incessant talking. I have no idea where they get it from. *ahem*

I love it.

Posted by: Army of Mom at May 17, 2006 05:09 PM